It happened on a cold and misty evening. I could taste the humidity in the air as I left a neighborhood Pricechopper, the local food store outlet. Caring a single weighted grocery bag I worried about its seam and tensile strenghth. As I approched my vehicle, I discovered a rain-soaked purse sitting in a rusty absent shopping cart. Carelessly discarded in the deep 40 of the parking lot, I contemplated its significance and the distress one feels when they misplace such a personal item. I then acted in a decent and proper manner and brought the water logged leather handbag to a customer service kiosk making sure to present the satchel to a group of employees. I did not look in its contents for fear it might tempt me. I can only hope one day if I should lose my own wallet, it might be returned to me in much the same fashion.
